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I got in the air
I got money
bitch blowing up my cell'
Broke her heart and I don't
I got pretty walking 'round in their underwear
of kush that's all I sell
I fuck bitches by the
They say he ain't playing
That boy that be fresh as
All this fucking ice all on me that bitch couldn't do but stare
I got in the air
I got pistols
say God don't like hate
I send that boy to hell

Smoking on shit that you can't get inside my 'rari
With a Barbie, yeah he young, and he rich and
at the house and that just turned into a party
Got some bitches and some molly want a beef and I squash it
Old rapper from the side of town was hating so I fucked his baby mama now he sick, ya dig
In the club standing on top of and smoking gelato
Pouring up activis giving bitches gold
Got a lot of scales, a lot of
Lot of chains on, no
I've been too much paper it got my hands hurtin'
I'm in the backseat laughing at the haters close the

I got in the air
I got everywhere
bitch blowing up my cell'
Broke her and I don't care
I got pretty bitches walking 'round in their
of kush that's all I sell
I bitches by the pair
They say he ain't fair
That boy that be fresh as
All this fucking ice all on me that bitch couldn't do none' but
I got in the air
I got everywhere
say God don't like hate
I might send boy to hell

I left the bank, I do what you can't
I just drunk a paint, you be ashamed
Your bitch gave me brain, in the lane
Heard you got a hit on me homie I they've got a good aim
I got on six chains, big diamond rings
Trap nigga with a mill later I'll still be the same
All I do is smoke weed, I'm covered up double G's
The same room sold a P's and had a threesome at the double G

I got in the air
I got everywhere
This bitch blowing up my
Broke her heart and I care
I got pretty bitches walking 'round in underwear
Bells of kush all I sell
I fuck by the pair
They say he playing fair
That boy that be as hell
All this fucking ice all on me that bitch couldn't do none' but
I got in the air
I got pistols
say God don't like hate
I might send that boy to